I have a story to tell, it isn't pleasant but it must be told.
I would tell you about how I found life, but first I must tell you about how I died.
You see, I was about Six years old when it all began.
I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, those large ones that you can't really see the tail of the spoon. My father had a mansion, he owned his own company and I and my twin sister the only children...